I’ve been busily planting and watering little things here and there, and this is the first thing that’s ready to harvest and eat–a teeny strawberry.
I already ate it, incidentally. Put it on my cereal along with a few of its larger brothers from the grocery store. It was very sweet. I offered some strawberries to Tubby, my tame squirrel, but she turned up her nose. Surprised me. She loves tangerines and apricots.
I will have some lettuce to harvest soon. And some of the herbs will be ready to snip.
My parents were addicted to gardening. They were city people who should have been born in the country. They should have been farmers. I’m not sure I inherited their green thumbs, but working in the yard brings me closer to their memories. I can see why they loved it so much. I feel so relaxed while pulling weeds or digging around in the dirt.